Monday, July 23, 2012

Incursion Part 1

Incursion Part 1

Punisher War Journal Entry
2033

There have been many times I’ve been involved in fights that
shouldn’t be mine. The Avengers, the Fantastic Four, hell even Spiderman and the
Red Clown are usually the ones to handle strange alien invasions, civil wars and
what have you. Me? I’m the one who takes out the child rapists, the mobsters and
the thugs. None of that matters now. Not since the Rifts started to
happen.

I don’t know how else to explain it. These weird dimensional
gateways started to open up into world from another. A world not unsimilar to
our own. A world of supermen, costumed vigilantes and alien beings. No one
believes that these people caused it. Rumor on the news and other facets of
people I’ve spoken with seem to suggest that our enemy is from their universe
but also THEIR enemy. They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. We’ll soon
see. I don’t make it a habit to make friends with other costume heroes. A lot of
them tolerate me because even though they don’t like my methods, they know I
won’t stand by while innocents are being slaughtered. It’s why I didn’t let
Spiderman get murdered in that sewer during the Super Civil War. It’s why I’ll
give my life to save people who never should have been put in harms
way.

I have illusions about where I am headed. I know God will never
forgive me for what I’ve done. It doesn’t mean I’m going to sit idly by
either.

Now we go to War.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------,

The
gray primer coated van swerved in an out of traffic. Most of the cars were
abandoned. Civilians swooped by the speeding vehicle; fleeing for some type of
safety. The Punisher kept his eyes open to where the portal was leaking the
strange flying demons. All of them looked like mutates apes but they had wings
like beetles. What Punisher noticed first was their colors. Each flying demon
wore green and yellow. It was a uniform which meant they were soldiers and every
soldier took his orders from someone. Punisher knew war. He knew they had to
have a leader and that was his target.

He slammed the brakes on his
vehicle, coming to stop against an overturned bus. He quickly pulled out his
MP5. The moment two demons showed up, he opened fire. Like any creature, they
fell when a hail of bullets struck them in the face. Punisher gritted his teeth,
as he pulled out the magazine and reloaded a new one. He quickly stumbled back
to open up his war-van. Inside was a treasure trove of automatic weapons and
armament of any kind. The vigilante wasn’t sure if he would make it out of this
day alive. Therefore he loaded up with everything, and planned to take out as
many demons as he could. Punisher loaded up the massive M60. He slapped the box
of ammo into the feeder and got ready to return to the fight. The muscular man
paused when something got his attention.

More gunfire.

Punisher
stepped out from his van and noticed where it was coming from. He gasped in
amazement when he saw the costumed shapes of Wolverine and Deadpool. The mutant
grunted as he tried to run and hold the bulk of his guts in at the same time.
Deadpool had also taken some cuts but he kept firing to cover him and his
friend. The vigilante then jumped on a nearby Sedan and opened fire on the
flying demons. The bullets struck them hard and even some began to destroy their
flying apparatuses. One creature screamed as his backpack burst in a shatter of
sparks. He then swooped hard to the left and destroyed the open window of a
Starbucks. Then him and the entire building blew up. Deadpool gazed at the
display of fire rushing out from the open windows. “Aw, man!” he yelped, “I
really wanted a vanilla latte! It goes great with chaos and
mayhem!”

“WOULD YOU SHUT THE HELL UP?” Wolverine screamed, “I need more
time to heal.”

“You got the bad end of that deal, Logan. When they were
giving out mutant powers, you shouldn’t have asked for healing factor. You
should have asked for Respawn. I mean . .imagine the gold pieces you would
collect.”

“How the hell did I get separated from the X-Force with you?”
the wounded mutant rolled his eyes.

“WOULD YOU
GET HIM OVER HERE, YOU IDIOT!!!” the vigilante screamed as he fired off his
weapon to continue to cover them.

Deadpool leaned down long enough for
Wolverine to put his arm around his shoulders. The crazed mutant carried his
wounded friend toward the gun wielding vigilante. Punisher gritted his teeth as
he kept firing off the flying hordes of demons. Shell casings crashed off his
pants onto the top of the vehicle. He knew he needed to keep firing long enough
to get those two men under cover. Once they arrived, he checked his line of
sight. The demons flew off in another direction. The tired vigilante knew he
probably didn’t hold them off; they just flew off to find easier prey. Deadpool
and Wolverine crashed into the back of his open van. The Punisher then jumped
off the top of the car to join them. He quickly kneeled down next to the wounded
mutant. He looked down to see Wolverine’s healing factor was forcing his lower
intestines back into his body. “How much time you need, Logan?” he
asked.

“Five minutes, tops.” He gritted his teeth as the marks on his
face were already fading away.

“What happened to you guys?” the vigilante
asked as he looked for another box of ammo for the M60, “Don’t you normally
function as a group?”

“Yeah, was here with X Force.. . . .” Wolverine
took a deep inhale as the skin around his stomach began to close up, “But we got
overrun. Got cut off . . . from Psylocke and Fantomex . . .got . . .no idea
where they are.”

“Hopefully the assault will break soon and we can go
looking for them.”

“No time, Castle, “ Wolverine fought to stood up,
“They can take care of themselves. We got to get moving.”

The red clothed maniac fired
his weapon up toward two flying demons as they were stalking after another
masked vigilante. The two monsters buckled from their pursuit and swung out
catching flack off the bullets. The masked man grunted as he slammed into a
nearby alley wall. One of the demons struck him hard on the arm. The blood
flowed so freely, it looked like his left hand had been dipped in blood.
“Friendlies! Friendlies coming through!” Deadpool said with glee as he reached
down to grab him.

“What the?” the masked man grunted.

“Hang tight,
soldier. We never leave a masked man behind.”

“You . . . .wait, WHO ARE
you??”

“Deadpool’s the name, and wasting any bad guy that moves is my
game.”

“Where you from?” the vigilante then asked.

“THREE MILE
ISLAND, GLAD YOU ASKED!” the superhero laughed as he got him to the van, “Land
of Waste, home of the muties!”

Grifter stared at the men as the one with the skull on his
shirt bandaged his arm. He figured he would have known of the psycho Deadpool
that saved him. Judging from the way the short hairy man carried him, he figured
he would have known him too. Within a few more seconds, the weary warrior came
to one conclusion. “You guys are from the other world, aren’t you?” he
asked.

“Funny, that was about to be our question.” Wolverine
commented.

“How did you wind up here?” Punisher finished the field
dressing.

“Don’t know. I was enjoying my coffee and all hell broke
loose,” He gritted his teeth to stand up, “Then all these Parademons came out of
nowhere.”

“Parademons?” the vigilante blinked.

“Oh, these furry
monsters are from your world?” Wolverine then stated.

“Not quite. They
are from a planet called Apokolips. I guess . . . . .if you get technical . . .
they are from our dimension.”

“Say . . .Grifter . . . you and your
people wouldn’t happen to sell any trading cards to help me keep track of this
stuff, would you?” Deadpool then asked.

Grifter said nothing. He just
stared in mild shock at the superhero. Was he attempting to make jokes or was he
literally this crazy? Wolverine just shook his head; breaking the silence with
more immediate concerns. “Regardless of where they come from, we can’t stay
here.” He told them.

“Agreed.” Punisher worked past them, “We’re too
exposed. We need to get under cover or get to some vantage point where we can
see them coming.”

“These things fly, Castle. We need to get under cover.
Unless you got a ton of ammo in that van, being on a roof ain’t gonna do no
good.” The Canadian said.

“Well, then it’s a good thing I DO have a ton
of ammo in here.” The vigilante waved to the maniac superhero, “Deadpool, come
here!”

The red and black hero stumbled back to the van. He then blinked
when he got a good look at the arsenal the Punisher was carrying. The skull-clad
soldiers pulled up a shotgun shell bandolier and slung it around his chest. He
then picked up an M24 Shotgun and made sure it was loaded. “Deadpool, grab as
many weapons as you can carry,” he told him.

The
vigilante paused for a moment and then turned around, rolling his eyes.
“Unbelievable.” He whispered at the insane man.

Punisher grabbed a Mac10
and slug it around his arm. Deadpool grabbed two Uzis and as much ammo as he
could hold. He picked up a duffle bag to sling in an American M900 along with a
CAR15. He then grabbed an AK47 and kissed it before grabbing a large amount of
magazines. “I love these rifles.” He grinned under his mask.

“Terrific.”
Punisher grunted as he walked past him, not knowing how Logan every put up with
him.

Grifter appeared at the back of the van. He pointed at the
ammunition. “May I?” he asked.

“Help yourself.” The vigilante jumped back
onto the street.

“CONTACT!!” Wolverine then screamed.

The
Punisher managed to walk two feet to his left just in time to see the mutant
running. Wolverine saw two parademons running through the cars toward him. His
claws burst from the back of his hands as he screamed and ran toward them. The
mutant managed to eviscerate the first creature but then he saw someone seem
like they literally appeared out of thin air. Wolverine glanced up as the second
parademon as two long sai were stabbed into his shoulder blades. Within the
blink of an eye, those same sharp weapons were stabbed back into the creature’s
neck and pulled out abruptly. The beast slung down on the ground in a bloody
thump. Wolverine smirked at the woman who helped him. It made sense that she
seemed to appear out of nowhere. She was, after all, a ninja. “Natchios.” The
mutant nodded.

“Logan.” She whispered as she stepped off the top of a
vehicle.

The Punisher walked up behind the Canadian “Hello, Elektra.” He
grinned.

“Hello, Frank.” She smiled with a slight gleam in her
eye.

“Hello, Frank?” Deadpool walked up to them, “Since when are you two
on a first name basis?”

The
group looked up the street and as their crazy friend stated, another rift from
one side of the world had opened up. The portal looked like a clear watery
reflection of the city. The surrounding features looked like simmering silvery
bubbles. Wolverine walked closely. He glanced out toward it and then let his
hand touch it. The portal shimmered exactly as if he touched a pond. “We going
over?” Deadpool then asked.

“Yeah, reckon so.” His leader
stated.

“Wait, why?” Punisher then blinked.

“Think about it,
Castle,” Wolverine turned to face him, “Grifter confirmed these parademons are
from their universe. If we have any chance of stopping the destruction of both
worlds, then we go closer to the source.”

The vigilante took a deep
breath. This wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing. The severe superhuman
craziness he left to Wolverine and his ilk. However, it was too late; he had his
weapons and he was committed. He nodded his head to the mutant. “Lead on,
Logan.” He told him.

Wolverine turned and entered the portal. The street
look almost the same but the asphalt was a little darker. One by one, the forced
group of heroes followed him. Punisher felt strange. His heart raced a little
but from his perspective, all he did was enter a new city. It was much larger
and more lit, similar to Vegas. Grifter glanced around trying to figure out
where they were. He noticed his new friend Deadpool was holding his breath. “We
crossed over, dude.” He tapped his arm, “You can breathe now.”

Deadpool
let out a massive exhale. He sighed and smiled. “Thanks.” He told him, “I wanted
to make sure the air was breathable.”

Grifter twitched his head. They
were all breathing fine. “Deadpool . . .exactly how crazy are you?” he
asked.

“I had it once measured back in Canada.” He told him, showing the
metaphor with his hands, “Crazy like a fox is down here . . . . .and I’m about
37 levels up here.”

“Yeah, lovely, Wilson, so shut up!” Wolverine kept
trying to get a scent of any parademons in the region.

Punisher looked
upwards on the street. Amid the same derelict car debris and destroyed
buildings, the other world was facing the same Armageddon they were. The
vigilante fears for the safety of the civilians. So far there were none in
sight. Elektra took a step closer to him and then grabbed his arm in mild shock.
“NO!” she gasped.

Punisher then saw what she was looking at. Over in a
alleyway of the city, they saw dozens of bodies. Grifter jolted his head at the
carnage. “DAMN!” he grunted as he began to jog over.

Wolverine finally
caught the scent of the bodies after noticing it. He sighed; believing his old
age made him slow at times. The group followed the masked hero over to the
bodies. Elektra was a cold hearted assassin. She killed people for money and
sometimes sport. Still, seeing a child clutching her mother while they were both
executed was enough to make her teary eyed. Punisher took a deep breath and he
looked at the sight of the father defending his family from some sort of laser
fire. It reminded him too much of his own tragedy. It was on that day he vowed
no family would suffer the way he did. Wolverine sighed and kneeled down. He
gently felt a cop’s neck. “He’s ice cold.” He commented, “Gotta be three hours,
maybe two since they were butchered.”

Grifter looked around. He then
spotted Deadpool looking down at the old woman who was missing her legs. Even
under his mask, they could tell he was upset. “Bogus,” he sniffed, “Not cool,
man . . . .”

Everybody was a little amazed that the crazed man had enough
sanity to be moved by a massacre of innocents. Wolverine sighed as he stood up.
“Any idea where we are, Grifter?” he asked.

The masked man then looked at
the cop he was checking for vitals. He then pulled him up and looked at the
badge on his uniform. He shook his head.